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Qingsheng felt that he was not far from death, he lay on the old devil's shoulder, bumped back and forth with his ups and downs, his stomach was almost pushed out.

He didn't dare to say a word, and he didn't dare to make the slightest movement. Compared with this old devil, he is a fragile grass on the side of the road, who can crush you with a single finger.

He could only pray secretly in his heart, that his father would bring someone to rescue him.

"Bang!" Qingsheng was thrown heavily on the ground, he endured the pain and climbed up with hands and feet. First, he carefully glanced at the old devil, and found that his face was pale, his eyes were red, and his hands and feet were shaking non-stop.

He took a few steps back hurriedly, and found a corner that was not too conspicuous to hide in. The devil didn't know if he was insane. If he went crazy and dug out his own heart and ate it, he would die too badly up.

Looking at the blood and crumbs hanging from the corner of the other party's mouth, Qing Sheng resisted the discomfort in his stomach, thinking about his father: Why didn't you come?

As soon as he finished chanting, his father's angry voice came from outside: "Devil, come out! Hand over the old man's son!"

Qingsheng couldn't help covering his eyes, and slandered: "Father, if you don't say that I am your son, maybe I still have a way to survive. Isn't it clear now that the other party can take advantage of it?"

He secretly glanced at the demon's reaction, and found that the other party was standing motionless, his eyes were slack, his expression was dull, as if his soul had suddenly left his body, which was very strange.

He gritted his teeth, lay on the ground and moved out little by little, thinking to himself: You can't see me, you can't see me...

Seeing that he was about to touch the threshold, Qingsheng was overjoyed, and climbed out at a faster speed, but when he was about to move his last foot out, a piercing pain came from his ankle.

He suddenly turned his head, and saw the old devil's wrinkled old face was sticking to him, his eyes were empty, but because of the red eyeballs, he looked terrifying.

"Hmm..." He covered the blood hole on his ankle, his heart beat faster, and he forced a smile on his face and said, "My lord, I just want to get you a glass of water."

A bloody hole was poked out of his foot by a finger of the other party. Qing Sheng was so frightened that he was afraid that he would point his fingertip at his head in the next moment.

When Yin Xu and Teng Yu caught up, they found that there were only three people in the entire Wulin League one step ahead of them, and the rest of them didn't know whether they were still chasing after them or ran away halfway.

He glanced at the ruined temple not far away, and couldn't believe that the leader of the majestic Demon Cult would choose such a place to settle down.

"He came to Huizhou alone?" Yin Xu asked Teng Yu in a low voice.

"I haven't found anyone following him for the time being. Seeing his appearance just now, I'm afraid his sanity is not clear. Maybe he ran out by himself."

"Then let's go around and take a look at the back?"

Teng Yu didn't object, and the two walked around the martial arts leader who was jumping in anger, and took a small path to the back of the ruined temple.

The front of this dilapidated temple looks okay, but the back is empty, without even a wall, so the two of them can clearly see the scene inside while hiding in the haystack.

That Qingsheng got a broken bowl from no one knows where, and was squatting under the eaves holding the bowl to catch water, his devout posture seemed to be praying for blessings instead of collecting water.

On the other side of the ruined temple, the old man sat on the ground and stared at Qingsheng. From Yin Xu's point of view, his eyes seemed to be looking at a roast suckling pig, thinking about where to start.

"Can you save it?" Teng Yu asked silently with his mouth open.

Yin Xu shook his head, he was still waiting for the old man and Qing Xiaoyan's ally leader to lose each other, and his real father was outside, so he would come to rescue him in one round.

Just thinking that Qing Xiaoyan's mind is not bright, and he will only head-to-head, the ruined temple over there is suddenly swept away by a force, the fragile wall collapses, and even most of the roof collapses.

Qingsheng dragged his injured leg and ran out desperately, still holding his broken bowl in his hand, but was grabbed by the back of the neck by the leader of the Demon Cult.

He looked at Qing Xiaoyan in despair, and almost cried, "Father, you used too much force in this move, and my son was almost crushed to death."

"Brat, aren't you dead yet?"

"It's coming soon... Don't be too sad when you send a white-haired person to a black-haired person. Remember to put two jars of wine on my grave every year and burn some money. You can go." He is sure, the devil behind him is definitely crazy Moreover, the value of force is so high that even if he dies, he will not be able to take the life of his own father.

"Shut up!" Qing Xiaoyan's eyes turned red, he looked at his favorite son, and then said to the leader of the Demon Cult: "Devil, let him go, let's fight alone."

At first, he thought that he would not agree, but he didn't expect the other party to throw Qingsheng aside immediately after hearing this, and rushed towards Qing Xiaoyan.

No one knew what was going on in his mind, Qing Xiaoyan saw him rushing towards him, and had no other choice but to go all out.

He still had a battle with this devil many years ago. At that time, the two were evenly matched. He didn't expect that after so many years, the other party's progress would be so rapid.

No wonder some people say that the Devil's Cult's magic skills are better than other sects, and it's no wonder that the Devil's Cult has been able to dominate the arena for many years with one enemy and seven.

Qing Xiaoyan already had injuries on his body, but when the two sides collided, the injuries on his body became more serious within a short time.

Although the other two sect masters who followed also assisted, the two of them were not bold at first glance, and they only made moves occasionally, which didn't have much effect.

Qingsheng scratched his head anxiously at the side, but unfortunately he couldn't help, his level was not enough for the devil to slap him.

He looked around, hoping that the people following behind would arrive soon.

Teng Yu watched with relish, this kind of scene is rare in ten years, every move and style of the opponent is infinitely attractive.

Yin Xu saw that he was serious, so he gave him advice from the sidelines. Although his current skills were comparable to Teng Yu's, but after all, with 1000 years of experience, it was more than enough to give advice to such juniors.

"The Qing family's martial arts is also one of the best in Jianghu. What I saw today is probably the most outstanding martial art of the Qing family."

"This Qing Xiaoyan won't last long. The wound on his body is not an ordinary wound. The wound is poisonous. The toxin has already entered the internal organs. It's only a matter of time before the attack occurs."

Teng Yu nodded, he also saw that Qing Xiaoyan was powerless, but... "The leader of the Demon Cult seems to be unable to hold on."

Yin Xu raised his brows, glanced up and down at the old man, and snorted, "He, he won't die for the time being, but the breath in his body is not stable, probably because he has absorbed too much internal force in the past two days. Not digested."

"That kind of kung fu must poach people's hearts and eat them raw? Is this also a way to absorb internal energy?"

The corners of Yin Xu's mouth twitched, and he said with a look of disgust: "Some magic skills really need to eat people's hearts raw, because the heart of a living person is the pillar of the body, but this old man probably didn't practice this kind of evil skills."

Teng Yu understood the meaning of these words, that is to say, the devil was just full to support himself to stage such a disgusting and rude scene.

"Father..." Qingsheng yelled suddenly, rushed towards the two people in the melee, and then blocked Qing Xiaoyan's move with his back.

"Cheng'er... ah..." Qing Xiaoyan hugged his son's fallen body and spread it on the ground, his whole body fell into a huge panic.

Seeing this, Yin Xu immediately pushed Teng Yu, "Come on, the old man has consumed most of his energy now, go and fight him a few times, but remember not to be scratched by him, his hands are poisonous."

Teng Yu was gearing up for a long time, picked up two stones and threw them at the leader of the Demon Cult, who jumped out immediately after him.

For his helper who appeared out of nowhere, the Qing family father and son no longer had the energy to take care of him.

Qing Xiaoyan wiped away the blood that kept flowing out from the corner of his son's mouth, straightened him with one hand, and put his other hand against his back, ready to help him heal his injuries.

"Cheng'er... You have to hold on, everything will be fine..."

"He was fine at first, but if you really heal his injuries, he will definitely die!" Yin Xu walked over at some point, and was standing in front of the Qing family father and son, looking down at them.

Qing Xiaoyan paused when he heard the words, then raised his head and glared at Yin Xu, "Why should I believe what you said?"

"I can save him, but can you? You can only kill him!"

Hearing that his son was saved, Qing Xiaoyan regained his sanity, but he still couldn't believe Yin Xu, this person saved the left and right protectors of the Demon Cult in his hands, and now he ran out and said he wanted to save his son, it's ridiculous!

"You don't believe it? Your son's muscles and veins are broken, and he won't die for a while, but don't even think about practicing martial arts."

"You really have a way?" Qing Xiaoyan asked eagerly.

"Yes, not only can I save him, but I can also save you!"

"Why does the old man need you to help?"

Yin Xu stretched out a finger, lightly tapped the acupuncture point on the upper left side of his chest, and said with a smile, "Really? Are you already in spasm with pain?"

Qing Xiaoyan bit his lip, sweat dripped from his forehead, "How do you know?"

"You are poisoned. Don't say you don't know such a simple thing. You are the leader of the martial arts. Shouldn't you know the opponent's situation before facing the enemy? No wonder you will be defeated!"

Yin Xu shook his head and sighed, these people are a mess, and there is an unreliable leader, what's the use of having more people?Isn't it still a complete failure?

The most pitiful thing is that how many innocent young talents were involved, not to mention their lives for nothing, even their deaths were so miserable.

Of course Qing Xiaoyan knew his physical condition, but if he hadn't relied on his strong internal force to suppress the toxin at this time, he would have had an attack earlier.

It's just that he didn't understand how this little boy could know so clearly.

Yin Xu saw his doubts, pointed to his nose and said, "My young master was born as a waste of muscles and veins, but now, it is very easy for my young master to want your life!"

Qing Xiaoyan believed his words, that day in the tunnel, this young man was able to escape with a flag of unknown purpose, although it seemed like a heretic trick, it was enough to show that he was capable.

"Can you save Sheng'er? Just ask for anything you want!"

Yin Xu squatted down beside him, pulled Qingsheng's arm to feel for the pulse, and then forcibly pulled Qing Xiaoyan's hand to feel for the pulse.

"I can save him and I can save you, but, I only want to save one of you, you can decide who to save!"

"You..." Qing Xiaoyan clenched his fists, really wanting to punch that green face.

"Think about it carefully, you have a stick of incense time, after a stick of incense, you should die of poison, as for your son, take good care of it, and it won't be a problem to live for more than ten years."

Qing Xiaoyan stared down at his son, wiped the blood on his face with his sleeve, raised his head and said firmly: "Okay, you save him!"

Yin Xu raised his eyebrows slightly, "Are you sure?" Is he really willing to give up his life for his son?

"Of course, he is still young, but the old man has not had a good life for a few years. There is no need to think about this issue at all!"

Yin Xu tilted his head and thought for a while, yes, no matter how you calculate it, it is more cost-effective for the son to live, but when facing death, how many people can answer so confidently.

Yin Xu took out a medicine bottle from his pocket, poured out a pill and stuffed it into Qing Xiaoyan's mouth, "For the sake of being responsible as your father, I will give you a few more days of life."

This medicine can only alleviate the toxins in his body, but it can't get rid of the toxins. He still doesn't know what kind of poison the old man used. If he doesn't know it, it will not be so easy to prepare the antidote .

"Ahem... what did you feed this old man?" Qing Xiaoyan covered his throat with a constipated look on his face.

"You are about to die, do you think this young master will do anything unnecessary to harm you? Just spit it out if you don't want to eat it." Yin Xu rolled his eyes, and took Qingsheng out of his arms, "Your son, young master Ben, take it. If you want him to live, let him worship me as his teacher."